the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Would anybody?

Would they notice and say nothing?

My voice, is all I have. Such a powerful tool we take advantage of. It’s not like I’m even saying anything with it.

But I’m trying. Screaming nonsense, hoping something sticks. And they aren’t listening.

Can’t blame them. So repetitive with my thoughts.

When you ask a question, I do answer.

Though, I don’t think you want one.

“Be strong, keep fighting.”

Can’t you hear me? I don’t fucking want to.

I’m tired, I just want to rest.

I don’t want to go to school.

I don’t want a full-time job.

I don’t want this.

We’re specks on a planet, we don’t know why we’re here. Supposed to just enjoy the ride?

Then why should we be upset when someone, doesn’t like the ride and wants to get off?

I’m dizzy, no one’s on it with me,

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